Authors Note: So this idea kind of got carried away from me. You'll see why… A thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favored and alerted. Never expected that much honestly. Oh, and if I got any of the alcohol stuff wrong, I don't drink so I don't really know much about them other than what the internet offers lol. Enjoy now. :)

Written: 20 December

Soundtrack: Bad Influence by Pink

Word Count: 1900+

Part 2

The night started off like any other night. Another successful hunt under their belts, a holiday to celebrate and an angel to hang out with for said holiday. Do you know what the true story of Christmas is even about Dean? Shove it Cas. It was just your typical Christmas holiday filled with joy, laugher and the occasional bickering. You know, just your average Winchester Christmas. At least it started out as such, until another angel decided to show up and spoil all the fun. You didn't invite me to the party? I'm hurt. Shove it Gabe. You first Dean-o. What else could you say about it really? Gabriel always liked to mix in some fun of his own, Pagan god style. Which is why the night ended up, like this…

…I'm gonna trash you guys so bad.

It started with a beer. Which wound up into two. Which later became six. And then came in the fruity drinks, one after the other after the other. Shot after shot after shot was taken, along with some bottles of Bacardi rum, Smirnoff vodka and maybe even some tequila (Castiel's worst nightmare as it turned out). He also added some Bailey's since Cas turned out to be such a lightweight ten drinks in. Seriously bro, I thought you were better at this. Screw you Gabriel. No thank you Cassie. You know you shouldn't be offering yourself up like that in your state. Gabriel just winked playfully at Dean, who looked about ready to jump across the booth and clobber his feathery ass. Castiel just groaned in annoyance at his brothers tasteless sense of humor and banged his head on the table. Sam couldn't help but laugh a little at that though, at both their expenses. I think it was safe to say that both angels were starting to feel it since Cas kept groaning and Gabe kept laughing. Strange how they weren't even that buzzed yet either. Whatever Gabriel could think of it was downed, even if it was blue or pink or mountain dew yellow with a cherry on top. Angels were supposed to be good at holding up liquor, heck if you can down a whole liquor store and only leave with a hangover then yeah, go for it, but even some angels could forget that even they have a limit…

Gabriel Bright Idea No. 1: Liquor. LOTS OF IT!

The bartender kicked them out after about 4 hours of senseless chit chat, beer downing and the occasional 'outta thin air' cocktails that kept popping into the shorter man's hand (and sure as hell wasn't on their menu). This was a bar not a club damn it. He didn't even know how to explain it, and chose instead that it was safer to just kick them all out before they caused any trouble. By the way the four of them looked, he'd be surprised if they even managed to make it outside the door and into their cars. Driving was pretty much outta the question in his brain, but they had all dipped (again as if out of thin air) before he could even get up to take away their keys.

They ended up back at the motel they were staying at, watching Castiel and Gabriel go at it like long time sibling rivals. Sam and Dean just sat themselves down on their beds, watching the bickering commence and blow into straight arguments about morale, and inequity and the influences of alcohol. Needless to say they were both already at that level of being more than just a little tipsy, but the hunters chose not to interrupt and just let it be. This had to be the most entertaining moment of the night.

Little did they know how much more interesting it was going to get. And it wasn't even two in the morning yet.

Gabriel challenged his brother to a drinking contest (to demonstrate self control believe it or not), forcing Sam and Dean to be judges even though their first thought was to prevent it from starting in the first place. The angels had more than enough alcohol in their systems already, even Gabriel had lost count of how many drinks he had already had, but the archangel insisted on the threat of throwing their asses into another wormhole that they could never get out of. Case in point, it gave them no other excuse other than to oblige his madness.

Gabriel motioned Castiel to the small dining table and lined up twenty shots for them, each, and he was the first to take them before he granted Cas his turn. He should have known that Gabriel would have a trick up his sleeve, he was the Trickster after all, and he was more than right when he downed his own twenty shots and found each one to be pure tequila (his worst enemy). The sad part was that his taste buds were already numb to the brink with all the alcohol he had consumed earlier in the night that he didn't even take into account the flavor until about the fifteenth shot. By then it was already too late and he was forced to down the last five until he was finished.

Sam and Dean feared that their friend was bound to fall out of his chair and bust his ass onto the floor after all that, but an evil grin appeared on his face as he downed the last shot and flipped the glass over, slamming it on the table. Gabriel only grinned right back, arms folded on the table in front of him and a backup plan already in place. He wasn't finished with him yet.

"Alright little bro. You think you're such a badass? We'll try something a little more par. Shall we?"

Castiel didn't even get a chance to ask before Gabriel had brought out what appeared to be a bottle of whiskey. And not the cheap kind either. What he had was 'the' whiskey of all whiskeys. A whiskey once called usquebaugh-baul by the Scottish that he'd kept around for a moment like this since 1695. Mix it with some Guiness Stout and you had what Gabriel knew as 'The Depth Charge'. And that was just to start. He also brought out gin, bourbon, absinthe, brandy and the monster of all alcohols, Everclear. Cas was going down, like pass out unconscious on the floor down, and Gabriel couldn't wait to see how much it would take.

Sam and Dean didn't even try to stop them, cause Gabriel would apparently have to down the shots as well in challenge, so they let it go and went along with the party as they sat back and continued downing their beers. Dean would be lying if he didn't say he was nervous for his friend, but again, if Cas could take down a whole liquor store than this should have been cake for the angel. …Maybe.

Gabriel lined up the shots, fifty of them this time, and tipped a glass to his brother before taking down his first shot.

"Bottoms up."

Gabriel took it down in one gulp and flipped his glass over to set it on the table. It burned like Hell in his throat, but what he didn't say was with just a touch he was distilling his drinks down a little so they were easier to drink and less lethal on his system. Castiel didn't need to know that, and downed his shot with every ounce of pure alcohol it gave. Gabriel just grinned and watched the screwed face his brother made before downing the shot and slamming the glass back down on the table.

"I don't like this game anymore." He said quietly, a moped look on his face as he tried to unlock the muscles that made him frown.

Gabriel only smiled. "It's not over yet bro. We're just gettin' started."

Castiel could only groan again as he closed his eyes and his head slightly dipped forward towards the table, another groan escaping his lips. Gabriel was a bad influence as a brother, but Castiel wasn't willing to deny a challenge when it came to him. Gabriel was a pain sometimes, most of the time really, but he was one of the very few who still stuck around after he turned his back on Heaven. Gabriel was in that same boat, so Castiel figured that he really had no room to complain. Beggars couldn't be choosers.

Gabriel took his next shot, then Castiel took another, and then Gabriel again, each time distilling it a little more so that he had less and less running down his throat. Gabriel knew he was cheating, wouldn't call it that of course, he went with more like 'guaranteeing his win' but even he was starting to question his reasoning when after the fortieth shot or so Cas was still standing (for the most part anyways) and Gabriel was already on the verge of puking. He wasn't gonna let Cas win though, not by a long shot, and so he downed his last ten shots all at once without even reducing the alcohol concentration in each one. He wasn't going to let little brother win. Not if he could help it.

Dean just kept studying Cas as he watched his brother take shot after shot after shot, and wondering what was with his eyes squinting each time Gabriel took down a drink. Little did either know was that Cas was well aware of Gabriel's methods (like he didn't expect him to cheat; psh, bitch please) and instead of arguing chose to reiterate every drop that Gabriel took out and double it, making it even stronger and thus more disorienting for his brain. Gabriel didn't even know until it hit his stomach. But by then it was already so filled with liquor he couldn't even tell the difference anymore. Castiel just smiled when he finished his last ten and shot each glass on the table, still sitting upright and only slightly off his rocker.

Dean had to admit, he was impressed, and smiled himself when he took in the scowled look on Gabriel's face. The angel had more credit than they had given him, and he couldn't help but feel proud. The fact that he was even allowing this was what surprised him, but Dean figured that this was their way of bonding together and let it continue.

"Alright Castiel. You win this round. But that was nothing compared to what I've got for you next. Whiskey you may be able to handle, but let's see you take on gin."

"Bring it on bitch." He replied, his voice just a little more slurred and gravelly than usual.

Gabriel didn't even smile this time and brought out another fifty shots, each filled to the brim with gin.

"Fine. You first."

"Afraid I'll drink you under the table?"

"Screw you Cas."

"You shouldn't be offering yourself up like that in your state."

Gabriel just scowled and took his drinks first instead, with forced gusto. The archangel took each shot with stride and challenged Castiel to do the same in return, which he did with just as much gusto. Dean was really starting to get nervous now when he began to see both of them starting to sway and needing to lay their arms on the table just to stop themselves from moving. But again he didn't intervene when Gabriel brought another fifty shots, these now filled with bourbon.

He would regret that decision later…

To Be Continued...

Authors End Note: I'm finding humor to be a little hard to write considering all the angst I usually bring, but hopefully the next part will hold up to your liking and expectations. Get ready for what comes next: Gabriel Bright Idea No. 2: Sugary Confections. This fic just got a lot longer than I thought, hence why I had to cut it up here. See you next time. And reviews are love. :D